Yan Zhan put his hands on the belt buckle at his waist.
Just as he was about to take off his pants, Manshu barged in.
Manshu really forgot to knock on the door and didn't expect to see such a scene.
I stared blankly at the man's shirtless body, but didn't think much about it.
However, Yan Zhan has many scars on his body, and he is not like some pampered young men who have no flaws at all.
"Ahem, third uncle, I didn't mean it."
Manshu put the wontons on the coffee table: "You change clothes first, I brought you wontons, remember to eat some. I'm going back to the room!"
After she finished speaking, she walked out of the room like a rabbit.
Yan Zhan laughed and glanced at the wontons she left behind.
The smell of alcohol still lingered on him, but he smelled the aroma of wontons and felt a rumble in his stomach. He was really hungry.
Yan Zhan calmly untied his belt and changed into comfortable home clothes.
Then sit down and eat wontons.
Manshu returned to her room, closed the door, and dove into bed.
Manshu, who later realized that he had looked down on Yan Zhan, still felt a little embarrassed.
However, Yan Zhan is really able to hold his nerve. He is not shy at all when others see him.
Yan Zhan: Why are you shy? It’s not the first time?
But this means something different to Manshu.
After lying on the quilt for a while, Yan Zhan's abdominal muscles kept flashing in his mind.
Until, a hand opened her quilt.
Manshu was caught off guard: "Third uncle?"
Yan Zhan bent down and stared at the little girl huddled up: "What are you doing under the quilt? Hatching eggs?"
There was a little teasing hidden in his eyes.
"Why are you hatching eggs? I just want to sleep."
Manshu sat up, glanced around Yan Zhan's body, and blurted out: "Why are you wearing clothes?"
"You hope I don't wear any?" Yan Zhan sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her.
There was a bit of strange color in his cold eyes.
Manshu tasted the product, was this teasing her?
She is not one to admit defeat. Since her third uncle has said so, she reluctantly faces her heart?
"Uncle San looks good with clothes on, and he looks good without clothes too."
Especially now that his hair is still dripping, and the neckline of his home clothes is wide open, making him a little more lazy and casual, he is completely different from his usual cool and self-possessed appearance.
"Then I won't wear it?" Yan Zhan rubbed the top of her hair, his voice mixed with a hint of temptation.
Manshu's ears felt itchy after hearing this: "Forget it, just in case someone comes to you later and thinks that Yan's CEO has some exhibitionism."
She spoke seriously, and Yan Zhan would have believed her if her eyes hadn't been looking around.
"You bet on stones today..." Yan Zhan suddenly changed the subject.
"Huh?" Manshu paused a moment, then realized later, "Does Third Uncle think I'm too lucky?"
Manshu feels that her ability can be hidden from others, but she may not be able to hide it from Yan Zhan.
After all, he is from the Alien Management Bureau.
"Luck is also a part of strength, but..." Yan Zhan played with a strand of her hair, "Don't expose your ability too much until you are absolutely sure."
The tree stands alone in the forest, but the wind will destroy it!
Yan Zhan did not dare to gamble with the little girl's life.